Sundries & Curiosities for the Adventurous. A Tribal Inquiry.

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however you got here

It was a sunny dayand I went to the park and sat on a bench. I was one of many coming out from under our rocks to warm and lengthen.

He was two benches down, a gentle older man staring off into the place between things, beyond any simple past, staring into the beginning or the end, it was hard to say.

When he came up our eyes met and he knew I’d seen him journey there and back.

There was no point in looking away. And so, he shuffled over and sat beside me. The sun moved behind the one cloud and he finally said in half a quiver, “How can we go there together?”

I searched my small mind for an answer. At this, he looked away and the sun came out and I realized this is what the lonely sages of China were talking about, what the moon has whispered before turning full for centuries, what dancers leap for, what violinists dream after fevering their last note.

But I was awkward and unsure. He stared, as if to search my will, and after several minutes, he just patted my knee and left.

I watched him darken and brighten in the sun, and vowed to look in the folds of every cry for a way through, and hope someday to meet him there.

~Mark Nepo

these raw moments of heart witness remind us how our offerings are received….remind us that we matter…..

inquiry for today~ when there are tiny moments to find, may you notice……